#wingtober2025 day 20: blast trowa x wufei / ♫ coldplay - sparks
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There’s a firework show tonight.
Trowa stands in front of the mirror, manicuring his collar and cuffs. It’s not supposed to be a date, but Wufei asked him quite assertively, so he supposes it could be one. The invitation came a week after they had a mouth-to-mouth incident, leaving the pub with hands exploring more than not; there was a phone call, and they haven’t mentioned it since. But Wufei is prone to staring, and his eyes say too much, at least to Trowa.
“I’ll pick you up at eight,” he’d said, little explosions of color blooming in his pupils.


















